The polymer front lifted up after the thick liquid had finished draining. Michael's mind was very hazy, he could barely remember anything. He stepped outside the inertial-damping capsule, pulling out the various needles and tubes that were feeding him a cocktail of drugs meant to keep him alive, but comatose. Looking around the room he noticed a dresser filled with various clothes. After cleaning his body of the cold, icky goo he put on a pair of black trousers and a light blue shirt with a red cross embroiled on what would be the left side of his chest. His mind was already starting to clear up... he vaguely remembered highlights of dorm life, during medical school... Also, something about being in a tin-can, barely not exploding from the air pressure needed to keep humans alive... and something about himself being supposed to keep humans alive... Yeah... that seemed quite important, but life in the dorm had been quite funny, he clung onto those memories with a blank stare on his face, smirking occasionally.
After five minutes had passed, the radio hissed with static, before the message was sent out:
“-ll spaces, VAL. I-I am awake and stuck in compartment 58-931-8-L. I need assistance, uh, over.”
Walking over to the radio intercom system, he pressed the only button he could see on the main hull of the device. The static quieted out while he held it. Trying to remember how electromagnetic waves manage to transmit analogue sound information, he choked on his thickened saliva. After coughing a little, he let go of the button only to hear the static return. He figured that was the transmit button. He pressed it again, confident in his ability to communicate with other humans, now that his throat had cleared.
"Roger that, VAL... Michael's here, I'm in... 60-896-9-L, and I think I'm some kind of nurse... I'll try and make my way over to you, over."
He then turned toward the red-crossed locker in his room. Just as he opened it, the lights went out. He didn't manage to see anything inside it, but a distant memory of its contents started forming in his head... He felt for a drawer close to the bottom of the locker, inside of it there were some bandages and a suturing kit. He remembered the bottle of oxygenated water on the top shelf, he was satisfied when it was found where it was expected. Behind it there should have been some a couple of syringes, three or four vials and an aerosol dispenser. The first two were quickly discovered, but the latter was missing. Strange, that would be quite important for delivering powerful drugs with fast, though short-termed effects... Anyway, these would suffice for now, they had to. He put on a white, highly visible lab-coat, then he placed the aforementioned items in its deep pockets. He opened the door by lightly-touching the bioscanner with his right palm, scraping it along the wall as he turned right and started walking slowly and cautiously. He remembered that the secondary staircase should be this way, while he worried about the fact that he is supposed to keep people alive. There should be a hospital section somewhere on this ship, though he doesn't remember much about the layout... But before that he should think about an emergency kit... he already had the basic supplies, but he still needed a nifty bag to put them all into. A set of scalpels combined with assorted drugs would be required for surgery on the field, along with gloves. Also, that aerosol dispenser was quite indispensable, at least for rapid treatments. He banged his head onto a low-hanging pipe, remembering that he also did that on his first day of training, when he was being shown the ship. That meant the staircase couldn't be all that far... He continued cautiously, his right hand skidding across the wall while feeling with his left for any other potential headbangers.